Peter Pan (
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entranceway2014-05-10 02:45 pm
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Entry tags:
- a song of ice and fire: alayne stone,
- mirror: america,
- mirror: brittany s. pierce,
- mirror: hannibal lecter,
- mirror: hannibal lecter (hr),
- mirror: jackson whittemore,
- mirror: lord buckingham,
- mirror: seta souji,
- mirror: stiles stilinski,
- once upon a time: peter pan,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes
003 ♚ mirror writing/action
I. mirror writing;
II.
- [Today a certain someone's left a message for the Mirrors. Several messages, actually. Copies appear on all sorts of mirrors in all sorts of places, spread out around the mansion for maximum coverage.
To Mirror eyes, it reads:]
When does her royal highness plan to let you back over?
Good company is scarce and some of you are more likeable than your other selves.
Good allies are also hard to find.
I want something you can do.
Maybe you want something an ally on this side can do.
We could help each other across the great divide.
[Characters on the Real side see something different, however. Peter has cloaked his writing so that when Reals look at the words, they'll see nothing but gibberish, configurations of random letters, lines, and doodles as if a graffiti artist or a very bored person has gone around defacing mansion property. No matter how hard a person tries, though, the writing won't come off.]
II.
- [Another slight change in the daily comings and goings of Wonderland is that today Peter Pan is letting himself be seen.
Usually, the wiry youth with his leather skins and timeworn boots keeps his appearances random. Sometimes he might chat on the network or show up in the odd place, or he might disappear for a week or more, it all depends on his mood. Even though he technically has free run of the place, it's especially not every day Peter spends a lengthy amount of time in the mansion; he still looks out of place inside its walls like a vagabond that's snuck in through the back door, his tastes running in the opposite direction of all the glamor. Nonetheless, the mansion is where the people are, so even he has to come in to warm his feet by the proverbial fire sometimes.
While he monitors the mirrors, the boy can be found all over the mansion and its grounds, keeping his quick, nimble fingers occupied with wood and blades, partly for himself, and partly to attract the right eyes. He works idly--even thoughtlessly to inexperienced eyes who see only a meaningless pastime and not the centuries of experience in his baby-soft hands--but there's a grace in what he does.
In the morning, maybe you'll see him carving spears in the tea room or the dining room, the archaic weapons and the mess of wood shavings at his feet at odds with the room's expensive tastes. Maybe you'll find him somewhere with a large hunk of yew almost as tall as he is, scraping bark off with practiced ease, or measuring off branches of a dogwood tree with his eyes to ensure they're the right length for arrows. Reed is a slightly trickier wood to work with, and if you come across the teenager in the entrance hall you may find him cutting into the wood delicately, tongue peeking out of his mouth.
No matter where you come across him, Peter doesn't have a single care about leaving things in disarray, even if the room's already occupied. Don't bother trying to chastise this one. In Neverland, never had a child ever been expected to clean up a mess except as punishment.
At some point in the day, Peter can even be found sitting outside by the mansion doors, the sun beaming down on him without ever casting a shadow below. He handles small pieces of bamboo, carving them more carefully than any other, but he'll hide them from sight if anyone drifts near enough to catch a peek. They'll make fine panpipes before too long, and that's a surprise he wants to keep under wraps for a while yet.
no subject
[He doesn't specify who 'we' might be.]
What is your plan then? What are you going to do? I doubt you would take the time to contact me or anyone else if you didn't have something.
no subject
[Peter grasps onto that "we" with some curiosity.]
Intending on bringing some special guests with you?
[If so, the more the merrier, really. An extra dash of chaos won't hurt the place, it'll only make it more tolerable to live in for an extended period, at least until Wonderland's secrets reveal themselves.]
I have a deal for your kind, yes.
I'll work on getting you what you want if you provide me with the right information.
Such as why do you suppose death is more permanent for you there and not here?